It is like an invisible barrier
holding
words
from
leaving
lips
like winter still lingers and my chattering teeth
stutter in foreign code
that (in the highest degree, like always
when
you
move in proportions unimaginable
and...)
you have grown like vines on me
and I have fallen like leaves for you
but it is like a slew of hands i cannot see
that
hold my lips uncomfortably in place
delaying an otherwise daily confession
that
you
are
the wind that moves me
(... I stumble
soundless
into the moonlight that sings
endlessly for me
your name)
